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Jacko surprised her and purchased a nice Coach duffle bag to put her clothes in, and tried his very best to accommodate her in every way on the ride up to Atlantic City. When Lucky and Tressa had gone on road trips, as soon as Tressa seen they were on the highway, she was out like a light. However this road trip was different, she stayed up and kept Jacko company while he drove. When they stopped at the Maryland House to get gas, she ran in to use the restroom. When she returned, he gave her a Mountain Dew soda, and pulled off from the gas pump to near where the air pumps were located.

He got out the car and stood near the back of the car. After two minutes, she was curious, hoping that it wasn't any car trouble. As she was about to get out to check on him, he opened the door and got back in.

"Everything OK?" She asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Oh, what was wrong?"

"I had to smoke. I know how much you hate the smell of Black and Milds and any other smoke so, I just smoked outside."

How sweet and considerate. Most dudes would be
like, it's my car and I'll do whatever I want to do, she's just
got to accept it. Jacko had been my friend throughout
everything and never ran away from me because of the
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drama in my life. He has his own legit business, although
sometimes, I wonder if he did a little hustling. He drives a
nice car, spends a lot of money, and flosses like a hustler.

But, all in all, he's a perfect gentleman.

Once they arrived to Atlantic City, they checked into Caesar's Palace where Jacko had reservations. Tressa took a shower and changed clothes. They had dinner at a classy five star restaurant located in the hotel.

Their first stop was the casino. Jacko gave Tressa five hundred dollars to gamble with. She wasn't really a gambler, but she played the games for fun. A waitress walked up and asked her what was she drinking?

"Strawberry daiquiri." She responded.

Jacko jumped in. "Look, we came to have fun, so loosen up a bit." Jacko said to the waitress. "Give us a Grey Goose and cranberry juice."

Tressa didn't realize Grey Goose was vodka, but she tried it anyway. The drink wasn't strong. It wasn't until later, she realized that the cranberry juice is what camouflages the Vodka. After two and a half of those, intoxication snuck up on her. Jacko could see Tressa was getting very tipsy, and being the gentleman he was, he knew the night had to be cut short. He had to get her back to the hotel room, she was in no shape to be out.

On the way back to the hotel, as the man pushed them in the cart with wheels on the boardwalk, Jacko asked him to pull over. He ran over to a flower stand and bought Tressa a bouquet of white lily's. The gesture was nice, but Tressa was so tipsy, she couldn't give Jacko the reaction that she wanted to. All Tressa remembered, was getting on the elevator to go to the room, and when she awoke the next morning, she was comfortably nestled and tucked in under the covers, wearing her bra, panties and Jacko's T-shirt.

She slowly sat up in the bed, and to her surprise, she didn't have a massive headache that drinking any liquor usually would give her. But she did have the smell of liquor all over her body, and that had to come off. Once Jacko felt the bed moving, he asked. "How did you sleep?"

"Good. Thanks for tucking me in."

"No problem." Jacko planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Give me twenty minutes, I'm going to take a shower." She hopped out of the bed, headed over to the 167

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bathroom as she pulled a wedgie out of her big voluminous butt.

Once she hit the bathroom, she saw the oversized sunken tub, and decided to take a bath instead. She poured bubbles in the tub, lit votive candles that the hotel provided, and climbed in. Jacko came in to join her. He started fondling her breast and round, juicy butt, and boy was it feeling good! Between the jets, the water and the bubbles, they all combined to make sexing in the Jacuzzi very awkward. So, she told him that she was going to stand up and wash all the soap and bubbles off of her. He grabbed an oversized towel, left the bathroom and laid on the bed to get his manhood right and erect to give her the treat she had been waiting for. He did this by repeatedly stroking himself and thinking of Tressa bent over with her ass in the air.

Once she was done thoroughly washing her body, she wrapped herself in an oversized towel and headed to the bedroom. Slowly and seductively, she walked over to the bed. She reached to grab the Victoria Secret Pear lotion, and the towel dropped to her feet. Jacko's tongue fell out of his mouth, lusting and wanting all of her. His heart was racing, mouth watering, and body yearning for her, and his penis stood up rock hard. All he could say was. "Come here let me put that lotion on you."

She handed him the lotion, but she had plans to give Jacko a sexually pleasing treat that she had mastered with the lotion. She knew for a fact it would have Jacko climbing the walls, begging her to stop!

Jacko squirted the lotion in his hand and began to rub it all over her. First he started at her beautiful smooth feet. As he raised her feet to get in between her toes, he placed his tongue in between each of her toes. He continued to methodically massage the rest of her body until he got to her inner thighs, which was about to boil over anyway.

The air conditioner in the room was on full blast, but the temperature in the atmosphere was as hot as a desert day. He rubbed her clitoris for a while. He began to wonder why it was taking her so long to climax. As soon as his fingers started getting tired, she started trembling, moaning and groaning for the next sixty seconds and all of 168

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a sudden it was over. Although she would never turn down oral sex, this orgasm wasn't any different from ones Mr. Bill gave her. She still desired, longed and craved to feel a rock hard dick inside of her.

She bit the bullet and rolled over, poured some lotion in her hand and grabbed Jacko's erect big, hard cock.

She moved her hand up and down over the whole shaft the first couple of strokes. Boy, did Tressa know how to give a hand job. Shoot, she beat his penis better than he could do it himself. Then she focused more on the tip of the head, moving back and forth, around and around. She gripped it, but still managed to be as gentle as a summer breeze. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he drooled out of his mouth. It was something she did with her hands, that made him feel unlike any woman had ever made him feel.

He wanted to look down to see if it was a toy or some type of device she had that was driving him crazy, but he couldn't get the strength to sit up and see. It didn't take long for him to get his climax, and when he did, he squirted all over the place. Although he had just been in ecstasy, he needed more.

Damn, if she can work her hands like that, I wonder
how she works the middle?
Was all he could wonder after that breathtaking, have a brother weak in the knees, show stopping performance with her hands.

He looked down at his soft cock and tried to stroke it to get it hard again so he can finish off what he brought her to Atlantic City to do. His fondling was clearly not working quick enough, so he abruptly blurted out in a rough tone,

"Suck my damn dick to get that shit hard."

"What?"

"You heard me. Suck my dick to get it up."

"What, nigga?" The whole atmosphere got as cold as the 63 degree room. So much for the desert.

Wait, first off, this is the first time this dude has ever
touched me, and off the bat, he's going to ask me to give him
some head. How he even know I do that? Maybe I never
have. Thirdly, he isn't any man of mine, so what makes him
think that he can show up and get some head? That's royal
treatment that is reserved for a special man. If he was my
man he could demand head all day long and I wouldn't have
no problem giving it to him, because that is my obligation to
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satisfy "my" man. How he know I'm even comfortable
enough with him? He must be out of his mind. He didn't
even try to go down on me and please me so I would feel
compelled to give him the same pleasure.

He definitely caught her off guard, not necessarily by what he said, but how he said it. In an attempt to compromise, Tressa was about to suggest to him that they 69, he does her and she does him. But, before she could, Jacko hoped up off the bed and told her. "Get dressed.

Pack ya shit because I am ready to go."

"What?"

"I said, get yourself together. I am ready to go!"
All this simply because I am not going to give him any
head? Damn is it that serious? I guess he's used to any and
everybody putting their mouth on him. But I am not the one.

He's in the wrong place, maybe he should have stepped it up
a notch and went to Vegas instead of Atlantic City, where he
could have paid a prostitute to give him some head. It would
be perfectly legal. Shit, I would have paid one if I knew he
was going to carry on like that about a daggone blowjob. The
hell with this dude.

The whole way back to Richmond, Jacko didn't say anything to Tressa and Tressa didn't say a word to him.

With no conversation going on between the two, Tressa had a lot of time to try to analyze the whole concept of the "head banger".

Funny how when it comes to oral sex, everybody
wants to be on the receiving end and never on the giving end.

Very rarely will you ever come across people who genuinely
want to give head in general. Not just the head banger
episode, but in life in general. Nobody wants to drive, but
everybody wants to ride. Everybody wants to receive a
present, but nobody wants to give a gift. Even me Mr. Bill ate
me out on a regular basis and did it well. Not one time did I
ever take the initiative to go down on him. It was always
kosher for me to receive, but now I am put in a position to
give, I throw a fit. But shoot this dude, Jacko, wasn't even
worth a drop to my knees having a brotha eyes rolling in the
back of his head.

She laughed a little to herself, but her thoughts continued,
stupid ass nigga, shoot, he ain't no real playa, cuz
all he had to do was play on me. He should have just gave
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me some head, and put his head game down so well and
have me feeling so good, that I would have no choice but to
reciprocate the feeling back and wanted to suck the skin off it.

But no, he gonna get an attitude with me. But do I give a
damn, shit I got a free trip, and won me some damn money
and got a nice Coach duffle bag. Shoot, I am coming back
with more than I had.

After crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge, Jacko pulled over to the side of the median strip and said one word to her. "Drive."

Jacko then got into the passenger seat, put the seat back and tried to act as if he was going to sleep. Trust and believe, Tressa had another plan in store for him, he wasn't going to sleep on this ride if she could help it. She knew he only made her drive out of spite because he knew Tressa hated to drive long distances. She knew he wanted her to argue, but she didn't. Instead, she just listened to the music, hit every pothole and bend she could and tried to drive the wheels off his car

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Smiling all up in the

face...waiting to slip in the

place

AKA

The Backstabbers

Tressa exited the car, walked to the back of the car and reached into the trunk of Jacko's 300 ZX to grab her duffle bag. She slammed the trunk down so hard, hoping it would break a window. As soon as the trunk closed, Jacko sped off not even making sure Tressa had made it into the house. Rosey looked on as she noticed two things, the tension between the two of them and the soft leather Coach duffle bag set that Tressa was carrying. It was clear that Tressa possessed the real Coach and not the bootlegged stuff that flooded so many shoulders and hands of women. Rosey looked at Tressa from head to toe, and the sight of Tressa just made her sick to her stomach. Tressa may have lived in the ghetto, but it was obvious that Tressa wasn't ghetto. Tressa scrambled and struggled to pay her bills just like everyone else. The only difference between Tressa and the hood-rats was, Tressa never shared her business regarding when, what or how she paid her bills.